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Sunday, May 22, 2005

I'd Rather Be Warty

I’ve had some unfortunate complications related to my wart procedure. My foot is filling with fluid around the massive, hideous blood blister, and I find it hard to walk due to the shooting pains that radiate up my calf.

I think I’ll go in for a consulation tomorrow, as I’ve heard that infections like this can spiral fairly quickly into something horrifying like gangrene and/or foot amputation.

Dan, of course, has found a way to capitalize on my warty situation by asking me several times to go for walks with him. He hates going for walks, sighing loudly and rolling his eyes when I ask him to stroll, and he says that now, even though I can’t put weight on my left foot, he at least gets credit for offering.

As I hobbled into Taco Morelos for dinner last night, he took my hand, gazed into my eyes and said, “Let’s skip dinner and just go for a long, romatic walk. We can hold hands, and talk, and you know, just be together.”